Usually on Sunday mornings I drink my coffee out of a cup and saucer instead of a mug, in spite of the pleasure at this time of year of warming my hands around a mug. Thanks to my grandmothers I have a variety of fine china to choose from, and I try to select a pattern that matches my bathrobe and my mood. This one matches both my beige robe and my purplish-maroon one. I didn't manage to get my sleeve in the shot, but imagine terry cloth exactly the color of the little purple flowers.
During the years I worked for my boss's grooming shop, Sunday was the only certain day off I had--we were closed, so I knew I would have that day off, whether I was working five days or six, or four. I've made a ritual of using the fancy cups when I don't have to hurry off to do things, as a reminder to let go of all that and just rest.